Mommy and Daddy Day out was a SUCCESS!!!

This was, by far, the best idea we have ever had.  (By we, I mean our lovely friend Sharon)  To raise money for our little orphan (admit it, he's the cutest), we decided to just have a fun day together.  A day of fun in the sun, with the cutest kids in all of San Diego county, playing games, blowing bubbles, eating hummus and making visors (hello summer!) all while spending quality time together!

How awesome are these high school girls to give up a Saturday to help this sweet boy!?

Check out a few of our photos from this great day:

Sign ups!

 

I'm pretty sure bubbles are magic.  One boy had a routine:  Put wand in 

tub, pick up dripping stick, yell "BUBBLES!" with a huge smile,

and lastly wave frantically, now laughing.  Repeat for 25 minutes.  I know, cute, right?

 

What a beauty!

 

Such a talented boy

 

  Beep Beep!  Look out kids!

 

Pass the apples!  Our healthy snack of the day!

 

Cute carrot tops (Savannah is the voice behind our choice in Jacob :)

 

"You come here often?"

 

Making our lovely and practical craft.  No, they are not for sale

 

Tah-Dah!  This sweet boy sporting his new creation while making laps.

 

A work of ART!

 

Taming an Octopus

 

 "I don't want to go on a cruise if there is rough waters, people would most likely get seasick."

This is what this smart boy was telling her, and yes, he said "rough waters"

 

Besties for life!

All for one little boy who has never blown bubbles or made a craft.  A little boy who doesn't get to play outside or any hugs.  

We love you Jacob, we pray that a family saves you one day.  

Wanna know our total that we are putting towards Jacob with the funds raised from Mommy and Daddy's Day Out?

400 Dollars!  Hurray!  And a few sweet people said they would donate online because they couldn't come.  Isn't that fantastic!?

My dream last night

Ok, so it was really more of a nightmare.  I had this crazy dream that Andrew and I flew to Bulgaria and visited Jacob's orphanage.  When we found him, we picked him up, and held him up and tried to get him to stand, but his little legs were too weak even though he is four years old.  He was wearing socks so his feet kept slipping and sliding on the floor.  All I can remember was feeling so sad that he was so small and weak, and mad that nobody was doing a good job taking care of him.

Then some hefty women came in and told us that we were too late and that he was being transferred today, so move aside.  I started crying and crying, and Andrew was telling them not to take him to the mental institution because he was too small and weak and he wouldn't survive there.  But they took him anyway.

It was horrible.  I woke up crying and started praying for him.  Actually, I can't help crying right now remembering it.  I have been praying for him all day, pleading with God to stir up a desire in the heart of a family to rescue him from his fate.  I am praying someone will look past his poor picture and sweet a sweet boy when needs somebody.

PLEASE please please pray for him.  He really does look like a sweet, well behaved boy.  Please pray a family finds him quickly.

This was written in December of last year.  A family went to Russia to adopt a little girl named Nina.  Little did they know, that Nina's orphanage would be full to the brim of children, wish they were their to pick their parents.  This is the story of what this woman saw while she tried to visit her adopted daugther Nina:

Let me start by saying that Nina's orphanage is a good one. From what we have been told, it is one of the best orphanages here in Eastern Europe. The doctor at their orphanage is wonderful, she really cares about the children, and the workers are also all very caring. At least in the small ways they can and know.

Nina's house (this orphanage is made up of several houses) is getting remodeled. So as I walked inside, neither the doctor's office nor the room where we visited before were available. As a matter of fact, as I walked in I wondered where in the world I would visit her. So I walked straight to her room, as far as I could tell, it was the only one with children. My guess is that the other kids have been moved temporarily to the other houses.

I walked in, and all the children in Nina's groupa were playing in the big playpen. Some of the kids saw me and tried to get my attention. A little girl with CP (this was Oksana -Erin) saw me and started to cry, reaching out to me and calling me "mama." Talk about heart wrenching.

The workers found themselves in a predicament, so what was their solution? They brought a little table and a chair with a stool for me. I realized then, they were going to have me visit with Nina right there, in that room, and please ignore the other children because any attention I give them makes them very agitated.

When I visit Nina I bring toys for her in a bag, along with candy and snacks. Nina knows this, and of course wants to play. Imagine doing this in front of the other children. Do you see my dilema? I can't give her candy and not the other kids! I can't give her a snack and not them! The little girl, Oskana, kept crying for me, or for a mama, and even though it was Russian I underestood what she was saying, "I want a mama! I want a mama!" And I know the workers were telling her to stop, that I was Nina's mama. So she cried some more, "I want a mama too!"

I wanted to scoop her up, to give her a big hug. And how I wished I could have found her a mama, and tell her, "See! Here is your mama!" I decided maybe it would be a good idea to blow bubbles for all the kids. Oskana stopped crying and loved the bubbles. So did the other kids, and Nina. I realized Nina was confused, why was I not playing with her? And I really did not want this to become a question in her heart, "Is she here for me or for them?" Her little face was really confused. Not jealous, not throwing a fit, but I could tell she did not understand. Bubbles were great, but with the children so spread out it was taking me a while to go around the room and get enough bubbles for all of them.

A little girl rocked and rocked herself. Okay, I just don't know how to describe this, she violently rocked herself against the playpen. She was hitting it hard. The workers kept asking her to stop. Obviously having me there was causing her some distress. Rock, rock, rock. She wouldn't stop.

I had to leave the room, me being there was too much for these children. These children who desperately want a mama. They do not understand "She is Nina's mama." All they know, is that I am someone's mama, and why in the world won't I get them and pick them up.

Two simple steps to freedom

Step one:

Ok, go now and secreetly plan a date night with your spouce on Google for the 27th.

Step two:

Sign your kids up for this day o' fun!

 Tah-Dah!  Perfect day of fun for the whole family, while saving a life?  Still not enough?  Well, you can also adopt Jacob from www.reecesrainbow.org.

Be sure to pass this amazing info on to friends with kids along with my step by step procedure.

to you...

I am waiting...somewhere far...far...away on the other side of the world. I may not know who you are or what you look like, but some how deep in my heart I know you are out there. That one day you will come and find me. It's a long journey, and it takes a lot of time... I wish it could be easier. But I know that the ones who come for me will not count the cost. They will only see the joy of finding me. For now I abide in the fields of the fatherless. Day by day wondering why I was born here and not somewhere else? Asking....why my life couldn't have been different. It is so lonely...Even though I am surrounded by hundreds of other children, I know something is missing... I know in my heart I need a place to call home. My arms long to be wrapped in a father's embrace.. I long to be saved by a mother's love... Gazing out the orphanage window I offer a prayer of hope,"Oh, God, please help them come quickly." Even as I lay there in the darkness each night somehow I feel assured, that no matter how lost I appear I am not alone, Holy hands guard my steps, sacred fingers wipe my tears, touching my lonely heart. The one who made me, the God that knew me before I was born, hears me every time I call. He whispers his promises in my ear. I listen with hope to His voice. But what I worry about most is that no one wants to look for me. The fields are vast and there are so many scattered all over the earth. I wonder how one little child, so lost can be found? Yet he calms my heart and assures me, that He will find you. That he will make sure that you hear His voice clearly. He has promised me that He will make a way through the fields. That he will personally cut a path, and lead you right to my orphanage door. My prayer is... When he speaks... Please don't forget to listen... When he calls don't be too afraid to go. For I am waiting somewhere, far,...far...away, on the other side of the world... TO COME HOME.

-by Jan Beazely